Because the baby dragon's appetite was somewhat beyond Emma's expectation, she went to a pork farm in a nearby town to order pork.
Emma is ready to place the baby dragon in the copy card space, but she hasn't finished packing it yet.
Yi Qiu and others were lying leisurely on beach chairs, chatting while feeling the warm Australian afternoon sunshine.
They talked about the powerful enemies they had encountered, the embarrassment of the first battle, the connection between Zongwang and dnd in the material world, and their thoughts on traveling to Azeroth. After a while, they talked about the effects of divine berries on ordinary people.
Specific effects...
The most rare thing in the world is to have a group of like-minded people chatting about things they are interested in together.
It's not that heavy, but it has a different weight.
"Yi, you are so powerful now...I mean, what are your expectations for the future?"
At this moment, Lev, who was next to Yi Qiu, suddenly mentioned a topic.
After hearing this, Muzi looked over curiously, because she didn't have a lot of adventure experience, and she couldn't get in touch with many things.
But Muzi's inner emotions were the most complicated for Yi Qiu.
This complexity is difficult to describe: Yi Qiu was the one who saved her from the haze of loneliness, which established Yi Qiu's special status in her heart, but today's Coder Arena has made her entire world view have been changed.
Completely torn apart.
This cognitive disorder initially gave her some hesitation and fear.
But watching everyone chatting together in the gentle sunshine, chatting about mountains and other things, it seemed that all those negative emotions turned into light smoke and drifted away in the humid sea breeze.
"I remember you asked the same question when we first met? What is the tradition of the Xiong people?"
Yi Qiu looked at Lev, then thought for a while and then said:
"I still don't have a very clear goal or dream, but I feel that fighting with strong opponents is happy, and growing stronger is also happy..."
"I think that's enough, I don't need to put any label on myself."
"Just like when others see me, they won't say that I am a savior, a judge, or just a warrior monk. They will call me by my name - because there is no label that can completely express me."
Lev watched Yi Qiu raise the vodka in his hand. After the two of them exchanged blows, Lev said with some emotion:
“It sounds just like before—it’s very characteristic of your country’s culture.”
"Maybe someone needs to be thankful that you're not evil, otherwise it would really be a disaster."
"I'm serious, Yi: I'm glad about that too."
Lev said while slowly tasting the vodka in his hand:
"Everyone has an original intention that he cannot forget. She shines more brightly than others."
"Just like vodka, just like the Blade of Azzinoth... there are too many things and emotions carried on it."
"You understand what I mean, Yi? I'm sorry again that I can't go on adventures with you, but I'm glad to see a new partner join the adventure."
Lev slowly stretched out his fist and punched Yi Qiu, like a silent farewell.
"In fact, I don't understand that becoming a monk always requires giving up something."
Yi Qiu touched his bald head, then looked at Lev and said:
"When your heart is like a lake...it's hard to find a woman who can fill it."
As he spoke, the scene when he first met Yu Qing flashed through Yi Qiu's mind.
It was still a beautiful photo of the years, but in Yi Qiu's vast spiritual world, she only occupied a small corner.
Just like the pearl of the past, it has lost its youthfulness.
Yi Qiu continued speaking, his eyes calm.
"And when it becomes a vast ocean, I think the fire-haired lady's strength may pale in comparison."
"But still blessings to you, my friend."
"bump."
The two picked up the bottles and clinked them. Lev first raised the bottle and looked at Yi Qiu and said:
"Bless you too, Yi: I'm sure there's always a great woman who can fill it."
After saying that, he drank it all with a smile on his face...
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The happy time of the party passed quietly while drinking and chatting, and Yi Qiu also returned to the temple through the centipede tattoo on his other arm.
It is worth mentioning that after thinking for a long time, Muzi hoped to follow Yi Qiu for a period of meditation practice.
The meditation practice of monks is a very good way of practice for sharpening the will. In fact, in the world of psychic energy, this way of practice of monks does not belong to the mainstream culture.
Because the process is not only full of all kinds of pain, but also for psykers who need emotional rendering, the meditation practice of monks will suppress their power to a certain extent.
If Muzi was a traditional bard, he would actually not be suitable.
But because she mostly uses corresponding spells to summon powers similar to spirits or more subtle beings, she doesn't need to think about these.
And because her overly sensitive thinking cannot be controlled, she is easily disturbed by negative forces.
Perception determines the upper limit of personal will, while the lower limit is gradually filled by the skills gained from character training, fighting, and practice.
So Muzi wanted to practice as a warrior monk to see if he could acquire the corresponding abilities.
In fact, based on her attribute conditions, the possibility of achieving this expected goal is very high.
Because Yi Qiu himself came here through the ultra-long-distance space movement ability of the centipede psychic tattoo, this means that he naturally has no relevant procedures.
Therefore, he could not return on the passenger plane with Muzi, but went back first.
He made an agreement with Muzi that when she arrived in Lhasa, she would leave him a message through Zongwang and he would go and pick her up.
Before that, Yi Qiu prepared to deal with the power of returning to his ancestors.
Atavistic power:
Item level: 5
Quality: purple
Type: Magic Scroll
Weight:0.1kg
Description: After using it, the warlock or the unit with a dominant bloodline will get a chance to have a surging bloodline, with a certain chance of causing the bloodline to evolve, and a very small chance of causing the bloodline to revert to its ancestors.
Looking at the ancestral power that shimmered in the item backpack with a bright red luster like blood, Yi Qiu could feel a special desire coming from deep within.
If an ordinary warlock or a creature with a dominant bloodline obtained it, they would inevitably be tempted to use it immediately.
After all, the need that is more advanced than sustaining life consumption and reproducing life cannot be stopped by anyone.
However, with his heart as still as water and his meditative practice that had already reached a certain level of intensity, Yi Qiu directly ignored this desire that originated from the depths of his blood.
He needs to wait for his destiny tide ability to cool down before using it. After all, this thing is very rare even for him.
There are still 17 hours left for the cooldown of the Tide of Destiny. Yi Qiu is not in a hurry. He opens his item backpack and prepares to sort out the output of the Decaying City this week that he had not had time to deal with because of the party...